Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.